A Child’s Toys
First you gave me the
rocking horse to practice,
Then the compass to
find my way.
Two in such balance
I could barely sustain
Illusions of meaning
in façade,
Illusion of peace on
shipwrecked shore
in tent-filled underpass,
Illusions of the serene
when all things washed out
Faded paint in high sun.
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